Ihsahn - Spectre at the Feast lyrics

The practise of harmony is a delicate thing
The tension preceding the bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean the art of precision
Will keep your cuts clean

Until the day you're faced with a beast
That no one can tame until the day
You're caught in a storm of what you became

Then, virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain a chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain the rain
Away with the rain

Peace of mind is a balancing act
Convenience dictates
What you add and subtract
A transient construct believe and deny
All truth is simple
Is that not doubly a lie?

Until the day you're faced with a beast
That no one can tame until the day
You're caught in a storm of what you became

Virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain a chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain the rain
Away with the rain

The practise of harmony is a delicate thing
The tension preceding the bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean
Is that not doubly a lie?

Virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
(A chain) A chain blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
(Falling, falling, falling) the rain

Away (Falling, falling, falling)
With the rain
Away (Falling, falling, falling)
With the rain
Away (Falling, falling, falling)
With the rain